In the previous chapter. . .

She stopped, slightly turning her head over her shoulder, a glimpse to her face offered to the male. "I do not know."

"Maybe, if fate decides so." And just like that, she disappeared into the crowd, only a phantom of her presence lingering in the air.

Now we continue.

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A blonde haired woman walked down a brightly lit hallway, the smooth floor echoing the click of her heels.

With a knock on the door, she entered an office, large and expensively decorated one might say, a soft tune of the piano playing in the air.

"Mistress." The blue eyed female announced her presence, bowing to the lady standing in front of the piano.

"Is something wrong, Amelia?" She asked, stopping her hands from pressing any more keys, her voice as sweet as honey.

"There seems to be a problem within our branch in Korea." She informed, her eyes scanning over the files in her hand. "What do you suggest we do?"

After a deafening silence, the black haired lady ordered, "Announce Myung, Yoonjae and Christine of our departure. Tell them to come to the rooftop, for we are going to pay a visit to Hei."

Bowing, Amelia courtly said, "Right away." and left the room.

Engulfed once again by silence, the beautiful woman sat up, walked to her desk and pulled out a cross earing.

"I'll see you sooner than anticipated, Raizel."

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Unsettled murmurs circulated today also, a lot more frequent than yesterday, for the 'mysterious' owner of the worldwide technology corporation Wingfi was arriving on the notice of "inspection", making every employee trembled to their very core.

It was said that the ON was a cruel man that ruled with an iron fist as his weapon, remorseless and so frightening, that he was the Devil reincarnated.

Yet at the end of the day, they were nothing but rumours.

And now, after the announcement of the ON's arrival, everyone was on edge. Everyone but Hei Ryung, the CEO of the Korean branch, who even smirked as beautiful woman with hair darker than the night and eyes the colour of the sun entered the building, four people following from behind.

As she and her followers (A/N: I couldn't find a better word. Forgive me if it sounds as if it was a cult.) stepped in, everyone in the main entrance froze in their place, an abnormal silence in the air.

"Good day, ON Annalise Nightingale." Hei bowed her head, her blue locks falling from her shoulders.

Annalise smiled as she inclined her head in acknowledgment. "Thank you for having me, CEO Hei Ryung."

Turning a bit to the side, Hei pointed to the private elevator. "If you would follow me."

And so, boarding the elevator and going to the top floor, they left the workers, mouths wide open from shock, for they didn't expect their ON to be a young lady in her twenties.

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"I believe you already know Amelia and Myung." Annalise stated, seating herself in a white leather chair. "The other two are Kim Yoonjae, my IT consultant, and Christine Rosenberg, my schedule planner."

"It is a pleasure meeting you." The blue haired female greeted. "I hope we--"

She was cut off as a young girl with hair the colour of a soft beige and yellow eyes shielded by a pair of glasses entered in a hurry, a boy with hair the same colour following from behind, ear buds plugged in his phone.

"Lady Annalise!" The girl yelled, hugging the black haired beauty. "It's so good to see you after all this time!"

"I'm glad I get to see you, Mine." She smiled at the girl, her attention now on the uninterested boy. "You too, Jung." He simply nodded.

"Aish. What did I tell you two? No interruptions to my meetings!" Hei scolded the duo.

"Hei, don't be so hard on them, they're your children, after all." Annalise shot the mother a look saying 'Not now.' as Mine poked her tongue out of her mouth.

Jung sighed. "Mine." He grabbed his sister's hand, dragging her out of the office. "You can talk with Lady Annalise later."

And so, a frustrated Jung and a trashing Mine left, making their mother sigh in exasperation. "I swear, those two will be the end of my days."

"Isn't that why you became a mother?" Amelia mocked the woman.

"Har, har, very funny, Amelia. Very funny." She dryly replied.

Just like that, the two females began bickering with each other, much to Annalise's displeased nerves.

"Yoonjae, could you please go to the main server and search for any alterations in the sistem?"

"Right away, My Lady." Turning around, her teal hair swayed from side to side, revealing a black tattoo in the shape of a pair of wings, going down to form a heart at the beginning of her spine.

"Christine, do copy Hei's program and find a way to blend mine with hers. Please make it as simple as you can."

"Understood." She began searching around the office, looking for the schedule of the blue haired female, her dark skin in contrast with the white decorations of the room, making her form stand out.

With a sigh, Annalise grabbed a pen, wrote something on a post it note and got up, leaving the bickering women to themselves.

From not too far behind, Myung followed the amber eyed beauty, his cold and distant demeanor making every person to cower away, oddly suiting for his position as a bodyguard.

"Where to, My Lady?" He asked, his lip piercings moving as he spoke.

"Just follow, Myung." Annalise smirked. "You'll see."

"Very well." Just like that, a comfortable silence fell between them.

Although he seemed bored, the half shaved man's senses were on alert, watching and listening for anything out of place.

Walking out of the building, stares following the two as they walked, Annalise entered a black SUV, closely followed by the turquoise haired man.

"To Ye-Ran High." She told the driver as she silently played with her ruby encrusted cross earing, her eyes distant, fixated on the sky.

"Soon, Raizel..."

To be continued. . .

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Christine Rosenberg:

I'm sorry to disappoint you guys, but I've lost all of my inspiration for this book.

I can't seem to write anything anymore, so I posted the last two chapters that I already have written and deemed this book as 'DISCONTINUED'.

I truly am sorry.